Page 48 of Stolen Holidays
There he is.
“So bossy,” I purr.
Mason fights a smile as he helps guide me to my feet. His fingers curl over the top of my panties as he peels them off my hips and slides them down my legs. I step out of them and wait, my hands still tied behind my back.
“How are your wrists? Do they hurt?”
I tug on the cord. The string of lights isn’t tight enough to feel suffocating or loose enough to escape. “No, they’re fine.”
“Good.” Mason exhales a cleansing breath and slips back into bedroom boss mode. “Turn around and face the wall.”
I do as instructed.
“Good girl.”
His hands find my hips, and his scorching heat seeps into my flesh as he steers me backward until the back of my knees hit the couch. One hand disappears from my waist.
“Slow,” he grumbles as I lower into a squat with his help. The tip of his cock bumps my entrance. I moan his name as my pussy slides down his tip an inch. He grips my wrists in one hand and my stomach with the other as he pushes me forward. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you tell me to stop.”
My chest heaves as I pant for air like I just ran a marathon. “Okay.”
“Brace yourself.” Mason tugs me back, and I fall down his length in one fell swoop.
We both hiss as my body wraps around his extensive girth like a glove. I freeze, adjusting to his size.
“Fuck, Emery. I’m not going to last. You’re too fucking tight,” Mason groans and rests his forehead on my back. “Please tell me you’re okay.”
“So full. I need you to move. Please.” My pussy pulses, and arousal pools around our connection.
Mason chuckles. “Then move. Take what you want, Baby Doll.”
“That’s not what I want, and you know it. Now fucking fuck me already,” I growl in frustration.
Mason grunts a laugh. “You asked for it now, wife.”
Below my breasts, he grips my ribs and lifts me into the air. As I fall back, I slam down onto his cock as he thrusts upward, expelling the air in my lungs. Mason repeats the move, and with each thrust, his cock hits deeper, and I get wetter.
This is the piece of Mason I have been missing for the last few months. The part of him I fell in love with and never want to lose. He’s a beautiful juxtaposition of a man. Rough, loving, demanding, tender. Everything.
“So close.” I’m teetering on a tightrope as my orgasm builds.
Mason knows exactly what I need. He slips his hands between my legs and finds my clit, swirling the sensitive bundle of nerves with the pad of his middle finger as he continues to thrust up into me. “Come for me. Come all over your husband’s cock.”
I moan his name. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to Mason’s dirty mouth, and I hope I never do. I love how he surprises me.
Fire licks my skin as I climb towards the peak of pleasure. Everything about this moment is perfect. The pressure on my clit. The deep-seated strokes of his thick length. It’s everything.
“Yes, oh yes,” I chant as I come apart in a spectacular flash of sparkling fireworks.
“Fuck yes. I love when your pussy squeezes my dick, begging for my cum.” Mason’s cock swells inside me, and the steady rhythm of his thrusts becomes disjointed. He firmly grips my stomach and pulls me down onto him as he comes inside me with a satisfied growl of my name.
Our movements eventually come to a stop, and Mason unties my hands.
He brings my arms to my sides and massages my wrists and biceps. “That was amazing.”
“It was,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.
“Are you okay?”
